When I Had A Heart To Give

Maybe I can't remember how to feel

As human as I used to.

But I fully remember how love feels,

As it is something I muse to.

It will take all the energy you've stirred up

Just for me to be able to say: Goodbye.

But it is something that I am sure of.

So sorry if I took you by surprise.

When I had a heart to give,

You were always on my mind;

When I had a heart to give,

You were the apple of my eye;

   But,

When I had a heart to give,

You wouldn't give me the time.

Maybe I didn't even know what I

Had fallen under, or into.

But I know well what is and is not right;

And this, I promise, is a sin, too.

You were a drape I thought I could draw,

on a day when I could use some sun light.

But the only light that shown through that window at all,

was of another breed; and not at all what I had in mind.

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

I have experienced this light too... that i can almost read sorta light just enough to tease a few letters but not enough to form the words. Just a god awful hint of color but not enough to register the hues... i knew her, seems shes been casting that dimness all over the place! I liked this it has a very real and relate able tone to this poem. The interesting aspect is in spite of it's discord the voice isn't angry just matter of fact. I also like the drape draw line most of all... clever

[Louis McKraker]

Thanks, BB. That's usually my goal, to not be angry just matter-of-factly speaking. There's no sense in being angry about it in my book, as you've proven here that I am obviously not the only one to expirience this.
Maybe the only original part of it is how I make mention of other body parts while mentioning the heart of course, as the one that got me into the s**t... Let's call it a shituation.